Sylvie Chartrand

The curtains of a theatre open onto a smaller puppet theatre presided over by Marianne. The ringmaster waves her baton at three shadowy acrobats that climb one by one out of her hat. Each performs his number, although not without some difficulty. The clumsiness of the first, the mischievousness of the second, and the fieriness of the third trigger a few clashes that ultimately lead to chaos. How can Marianne create harmony without losing control? Will her show flop? Who's really calling the shots, the little puppet or her acrobats?

Three beautiful creatures bathe in our eyes. Behind three windows, so many women; owners of the places, as free inside themselves as in their antics. Exhibition? No! Exposure. Besides, who's watching? And who is watched? The bodies traversed by so many mental territories, FEMALE SPECIALTIES magnifies this "Second Sex" to flush out the random, the somatic, the elusive. ... not there to be understood but to be touched! ... and hated who thinks badly!